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fat all over her. Couldn’t loosen her farting strings but old
cod’s eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do
it. What’s your programme today? Ay. Humane methods.
Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the

best known remedy that doesn’t cause pain to the animal
and on the sore spot administer gently. Gob, he’d have a
soft hand under a hen.
Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen.
She lays eggs for us. When she lays her egg she is so glad.
Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Then comes good uncle Leo.
He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg.
Ga ga ga ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook.
—Anyhow, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over
tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the
house of commons.
—Are you sure, says Bloom, the councillor is going? I
wanted to see him, as it happens.
—Well, he’s going off by the mailboat, says Joe,
tonight.
—That’s too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly.
Perhaps only Mr Field is going. I couldn’t phone. No.
You’re sure?
—Nannan’s going too, says Joe. The league told him to
ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police

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